The Lost
Why must the lucid be so elusive
And why what I see so foreign to me
A wished for picture, childish fixture
Hoped reality, just a fantasy
Why am I just mist, my fight to exist
And why does this ghost still scare me the most
A life in gray viewed with form unimbued
Shaded spectral host with nothing to boast
Why do I have dreams and hell in between
And why does that fire leave ashes of ire
A hope risen smoke, the wishful left broke
Needed for the pyre, my wanting expire
Why does life pretend, goodness in the end
And why learn to smile just a little while
A mind with soul pains and nothing explains
Haunted by the trial, lost in denial
commonsensiblyspeaking 
Love your rhymes.
Thank you, Yasmin!
I felt this one. I love the beautiful way you express emotion.
Thank you, Kristian! I hope everything is going well for you both. Hoping you have a wonderful weekend! Much love!
Things are going okay, thank you. I hope you have a wonderful weekend too, my dear! ❤❤❤❤
life is sometimes found in the subtle grays of the in-between, it takes all shades to live a life
A little rain must fall….Thanks, Beth!
‘A hope risen smoke, the wishful left broke’ – this line caught me, although I read it as if there were a comma after “hope” as well.
Thank you, Sudra, for you support and comments!
Lots of good questions, no easy answers…
Thanks, Jim!
Great poetry Brad. I can’t choose a specific line I like them all. So many metaphors and thoughts in this piece Brad. Is it me or does it seem easier to write a bit darker these days? That is how I have felt and not really even consciously, it seems to be where I end up. Very provocative piece Brad. Have an awesome weekend. Hope you can get out and do something safe and fun. Sending hugs and flowers scented with love to you and your loved ones. 🤗❤️💕🌹🌹 Jonikins
I am sure with all that is going on around us, it is not uncommon to be led to a darker theme of writing. I get a little darker sometimes just to get out of a lane I’m in, to change things up a bit. Love to you and yours returned! 💖
It is kind of fun once in a while. Have a great evening my friend. Hugs Joni
Beautiful poem my friend, and the existential question of why is forever an enigma…
Thank you kindly, my good friend!
My pleasure my friend
Masterful as ever. 👏👏👏